Monday, November 28, 2011

Morning Means More

Morning means more
than it did before.

Back in the heady days
when night throbbed
neon-full, flashing
surging through moon
soaked skies,
I thought it all
was mine!

But now in the morning,
rising before the sun,
pouring strong coffee
into my steaming mug,
the old cat on my lap,
silently I watch
as the sun rises,
and wonder as  I see
how He fills the land

most generously.

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